Though earth and moon were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.

With wide-embracing love Thy Spirit animates eternal years, Pervades and broods above, Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.

There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou - Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.

Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts: unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main:

'Awe is an intuition for the dignity of all things, a realization that things not only are what they are but also stand, however remotely, for something suprem…

'In my days of youth, I remembered my God, And he hath not forgotten my age.'

In this playhouse of infinite forms I have had my play, and here have I caught sight of him that is formless. ~ 96